When the Press Secretary stopped talking, he sat looking at the President with question marks in his eyes. He had no idea what the latter would say or do. The possible extremes were in his mind. The President might smile and say, "You've done a good job, Jim." Or he might reach for the phone and say, "Please send in two strong men and a straight jacket." The President did neither. He spoke very quietly. "I think I'd better go to Mount Ranier. Tell them I'm ready." The Press Secretary picked up the phone, dialed a number. When the party at the other end answered, he said, "The President agrees. He awaits your contact." He put down the phone and they sat looking at each other, waiting. There was nothing else to do, now. The President's eyes were vague as though he were looking through space and time. He said, "We've come a long way in a very short time, Jim. It's worth pondering." "A long way, Mr. President." "In a scant fifty years, we've gone practically straight up in matters of science, invention--" The thought broke off as his mind went to some of the things his Press Secretary had told him. And regardless of the gravity of this situation, he found himself looking forward to seeing them for himself. He had not long to wait. A moment later an odd red haze appeared in a far corner of the room. There was a crackling sound as of high-voltage electricity jumping its bounds. The phenomenon vanished as quickly as it had appeared and a young man was approaching the President's chair. So far as the President could see, he might have been one of the bright young career men who hurried about Washington these days; except that the eternal briefcase was missing and the young man wore a one-piece coverall type of garment in pastel red. He was blonde, pleasant, and had even, white teeth. He was also respectful. He bowed and said, "Mr. President. I have been sent to conduct you and your assistant to the rendezvous." The President glanced quickly at the Press Secretary, then said, "Of course." "If you will be so kind as to move with me to the far corner of the room." The Press Secretary's expression said, _It's all right. This is just how it happened to me_, and they followed the young man across the thick carpeting. In the corner, he arranged them precisely. "If you will stand just there--" Then he stepped between them and looked pleasantly unconcerned. The President tensed himself for what was to come. But nothing came except the crackling and the red light; the dissolving of the walls and the young man saying, "You may sit down now if you wish." No physical discomfort whatever. * * * * * The President sat down and looked about. He was in a small, well-furnished room, pastelled in a light shade of green complimenting the young man's uniform, and he got the flash of an idea that color was very important in the scheme of whatever science brought this transposition about.